Ever since I started blogging, I knew this day would come. The day I’d have to share heartbreaking news and somehow sum up a life well lived and a heart full of love in mere paragraphs. Now that it’s here, I know that’s impossible.
It was a week of fun. And chaos. And sanitizer… Lesson #1: There’s no such thing as a free concert. At least not in our house. Just when I thought the boys were having a sweet moment entertaining us with their musical “genius”, I noticed their piggy banks on the table with a suggested donation.
You know how they say with each kid, laundry multiplies exponentially? Well, it turns out my weekly lessons do too. No way I can stick to five these days. (But I do reserve the right to on those weeks when my juices—and by juices I mean wine—aren’t flowing.)
While many of us have heavy hearts remembering this day 10 years ago (I certainly won’t forget it), I hope it reminds us to celebrate the little moments and enjoy the people we love. Even on the not-so-perfect days—which, frankly, is most of them. And, as I sent my preschooler off into the world of […]
Sure, I already know that five pennies equals a nickle, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t learn as much as Big did this very first week of college prep.